I can no longer recall my first love. Yet one thing lingers: I was always chasing the fleeting shadow of his back. In that moment, I longed for 1 PM to never come. The ship sails away, and with it, a farewell—like a dream that never truly existed.
I can no longer recall my first love. Yet one thing lingers: I was always chasing the fleeting shadow of his back. In that moment, I longed for 1 PM to never come. The ship sails away, and with it, a farewell—like a dream that never truly existed.
